The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3)Wingfield, Lewis
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The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Wingfield, Lewis
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Meanwhile there was something new that rather puzzled the governess.
Clovis was so thin-skinned that it was only by surpassing skill that
he could be managed. He was so beset with crotchets which required
coaxing. There was some bee worrying in his bonnet now, for instead of
frisking about the feet of his affinity, according to habit, he slunk
away from her approach with uneasy bashfulness, and bestowed his
attentions on the invalid.
With regard to the latter there was nothing to dread for the
blandishments of the wife invariably had the effect in the long run of
alienating the husband. On this score the mind of the schemer was
easy. But what if she were indeed to die in a not too distant future?
Clovis had shudderingly declared on the fateful night that had she
been drowned he would have considered himself a murderer. What a
stupid old adage it is which says the dead do not return! How many,
when they have passed from sight, are more formidable than when alive!
Would it be so with Gabrielle? Is not remorse a more formidable
barrier than the imperial wall of China? As it was, mademoiselle could
not deny that the marquis had taken to avoiding her, that in his eyes
there was a sinister expression, in which fear and distrust were
blended. He must have caught a glimpse under her ample skirt of a
cloven hoof instead of a substantial foot, and have been alarmed by
the spectacle. This alarm must be lulled to rest, or the influence of
the affinity might stand in actual peril. It would be odd if in the
end he crawled out of her clutches--very odd.
Pooh! She was strong, and he was weak. Had she not proved already that
she could bend him like a willow wand? And yet--in front there lay a
mist which even sharp-sighted Aglaé was unable to penetrate. She
laughed with quiet cynicism when she considered what Clovis's feelings
would be if he could read the dark thoughts of his affinity. He had
read too much already, and the effect had not been good. Now that she
knew what she wanted, it behoved her to consider the attitude which
the marquis must be made to assume, for his conduct, whatever it might
be, would, of course, be influenced by another will than his own.
Gabrielle was to depart.
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